Although waiting was something Yerbol had gotten very familiar with on their journey to parts unknown, he had to sit down against a nearby wall of the training area they had been led to and close his eyes for a few moments to recenter himself. He didn't want to jump to conclusions nor did he want to set a poor example for the younger ones around them. Kytra was already assuming malicious intent from the duo, Ethan not helping assuage her fears by commenting right after her question:
"No, Kytra, you're right: that was a threat, plain and simple." 
"Don't do anything stupid, Ethan." Neta warned, emerging from the nearest hallway on their left. 
"How did you-"
"Go down this hallway without you noticing? Please, kid, that was nothing." She flicked a loose strand of hair dangling in front of her left eye as she continued, her voice lowering:
"From what I could see, lots of datacrons, holologs, saber and blaster parts arranged on tables. Looks like they're trying to assemble weapons for themselves." 
"Other than sabers? That's weird." 
"Not really. Just because these guys can supposedly use the Force (which we haven't seen as of yet, by the way) doesn't mean they wouldn't want a sidearm to get them out of a sticky situation. Trust me, Ethan: you want to know how to use a blaster."
"I second that." Yerbol chimed in, looking to his apprentice with a half-smirk.
"Might have a chance to work that into your training." Ethan responded with a scowl, shaking his head as he muttered something about going down another hallway when Aria asked Yerbol he was alright.
"I suppose." He blew out a sigh.
"I mean, if you consider that we might be meeting one of the most legendary figures in the entire galaxy and we're in a completely unknown section of said galaxy without any reference point as to how to deal with 'Arcann' or those droids..." He trailed off, an involuntary shudder shooting through his body. 
"I sensed something in those droids, Ari...something just...wrong." He looked to her with his mouth open to say more, but then shook his head when he spotted Kytra coming closer to where they sat. 

[i]I'll tell you later. Don't need to spout my speculation aloud and make the apprentices even more nervous.[/i]

Aria then chimed in her with own thoughts, Yerbol nodding along while sidling a bit closer to where their shoulders touched (well, her head touched his shoulder). Even when she stopped speaking out loud, Yerbol could feel her thoughts chaotically bouncing across her mind, the Champion feeling the exact same way.

Thankfully their speculation would soon be over thanks to Desu telling them that they were ready to have an audience with Revan. 

[i]Wait, didn't we agree when we got married that you were the shield? You're small and spunky; harder to hit. I'm a much bigger liability.[/i]

He shot her a teasing smile, rising as extended a hand to help his partner. 
"We got this, sweetheart. I know we do." 
"Here's hoping." Ethan muttered as he passed the couple, his brows furrowed in a semi-permanent look of concern. 
"Optimism, my apprentice, optimism."
"What if I don't feel like having it?" Yerbol shot him a brief glance before resuming his gaze straight ahead. 
"Then being a Champion is going to suck. Big time." 

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The party was led to the temple in the center of the valley, spires seeming to just barely touch the sky. It was off-putting to see this miniaturized version of the Jedi Temple, but in a strange way, it gave Yerbol hope that the Force had guided them to the right place. Almost as if the Force was reminding him personally that even if Tython had been decimated, the best ideals of the Jedi Order were somehow alive and being used to harmonize users with the Force. 

This was, of course, optimism. 

"Right this way." The main area of the temple looked similar to the training area they had just left, but the content was different. Instead of weapon racks and water purifiers, there were potted plants, worn couches and chairs, bookshelves and the occasional end table with books stacked on top. Some couches were occupied by young men and women who looked just a few years younger than the Champions, their gazes soft and curious. 

The party was escorted to a set of stone steps that was directly opposite of the entranceway, then curved left to the second floor, which was U-shaped and overlooked the first floor, a stone barrier of about four feet preventing any kind of accidental falling. Several doors were visible, but the party entered the first one on their right. Inside were two computer terminals up against the left hand wall hooked into a large monitor mounted above the terminals, various streams of data flickering across the screen. More bookshelves, datacrons and the like were scattered across the room on various pieces of furniture, but the main attraction was a figure at least six inches taller than Yerbol, dark red eyes staring piercingly at the new guests. Three small tendrils jutted from his (?) chin, one of which wiggled slightly in their direction before a heavy, gravely tainted voice came from the figure's mouth:
"Thank you, Desu and Kyla. You are now dismissed." 
"Of course." With that, the duo left. 

Silence. 

Then, a question:
"So ah...are you Revan?" Ethan squeaked out, Yerbol shooting the boy a menacing glare. Thankfully the figure took the comment with a raspy chuckle.
"No. Lord Revan asked me to greet you here and answer your initial questions before he arrived. He was delayed once more." Another few moments of silence before the figure added:
"I assume you have questions, but let me talk for a few moments. I believe I can answer some of them just from my introductory remarks." A clearing of the throat before it continued:
"You are on the planet Odessa, the capital world of this part of the galaxy. Your ship was intercepted by a man named Arcann, who has been set up as ruler of the government that rules entitled the Eternal Empire. The droids you encountered were a part of his militia." No one else commented, so the figure continued: 
"Although my Master will explain more, I will tell you that we are the Order of the Heralds, a group of Force Users who are dedicated to bringing balance to the Force, 'heralding' (if you will) a new way of seeing the Force. My Master tells me that you are already familiar with this concept."
"Yes...yes we are." 
"Very well. As for why I am here, my name is Yuno, First Apprentice of Master Revan for the past twenty years."
"Has he only been here twenty years? That you know of?" Yuno's tendrils twitched.
"Master Revan is not very forthcoming with information regarding how long he has been in this part of the galaxy. There is much he has not shared with any of us about his dealings in other corners of the galaxy, but before your arrival, he told me that many answers would come soon to questions we have all had since following him." Just then, the door to the room slid open, Yuno bowing stiffly at the waist.
"Master, I am happy to see you return. These are the guests you informed us of. They have been taken care of per your request."